It was cold, and a harsh, constant wind tore
at us from the east. The ground was
cracked, brown, and featureless as far as I could see.
“It’s probably nicer at the equator,” said Rex.
“This is the equator,” I replied.
“I’m sure it warms up during the summer.”
“This is summer.”
“Well, it probably snows in the winter.
I bet that’s nice.”
“This planet has zero axial tilt.
This is winter too.”
(from Starship
Grifters, by Robert Kroese)
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